Good Morning. Hope you’re enjoying this weekend with family and friends.
The Best Part of the Democratic National Convention was First Lady Michelle Obama’s Speech. I think it’s sort of hitting all of us is that we’re being prepared for that goodbye with the Obamas.
But, these are a couple of articles that expresses how I feel.
Dear Michelle Obama, Never Leave. Sincerely, Everyone
The first lady ruled during her speech at the Democratic National Convention Monday night, but did we expect anything less?
BY: JASON JOHNSON
Posted: July 26, 2016
If you have never had the chance to see Michelle Obama speak live, I encourage you, at some point during this campaign season, to drive, fly or run to see her. I am the last person to trot out the overused term #BlackGirlMagic, but there is something immensely captivating and awe-inspiring when you see FLOTUS enter the room. As she walked onstage, dressed in electric blue, I looked at the crowds sitting next to me on either side, and they all sat up in their seats as if their favorite teacher or aunt, or most respected mentor or boss, had come into the room. And when she spoke, the words that Michelle Obama brought to the audience were the perfect bridge between the angry Sanders supporters and the establishment Democrats who were already in for Hillary.
As I watched the speech, I found myself welling up, something that has happened to me only once before in my years of reporting and analyzing politics. Not thug tears, not tears of joy. I had those tears you cried when you were 7 years old and your mom dropped you off for summer camp and you realized you weren’t going to see her again all summer. Those tears.
The first lady’s words about living in a house built by slaves where now her girls play with dogs on the White House lawn were more than just a generational come-up story. It was a narrative that I will never hear again for the rest of my life as an American. We are not likely to get another black woman in the White House like Michelle Obama. Oh, we might get a black vice president and his wife. We might get some white man with a black or racially ambiguous wife living in 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. But a working-class black woman from the South Side of Chicago who gives us representation and catharsis and hope and optimism and visibility like Michelle Obama? Never again.
And, From Very Smart Brothas:
DEAR MICHELLE OBAMA, WE WILL MISS YOU.
Panama Jackson, 7/26/16
Michelle on the other hand, she got up there looking great, sounding great, and making every body in the room connect with her words. Maybe that’s come with practice as being the wife of a President and being as active as she’s been, her speech game has to be on a hundred, thousand, trillion, at this point. But the ability to connect with people and make them believe in what you’re saying is a mark of greatness. And she does it with class and flair.
I won’t get into specifics about what she said – I think most of these folks mustering up their belief in Hillary is an act of true resilience – because how I felt watching one of these significant last moments on the farewell tour for Barack and Michelle was what affected me most.
I’m really going to miss them like they’re family. Maybe they are my family. Politics and policy aside, she feels like a family member who made it that you actually like and WANTED to make it. She took that role and made it hers. She never let it change her into a person she isn’t. She’s Michelle, a Black woman from Chicago all day long. She’s just managed to make those folks who don’t know better think that she left that behind. But we know. We look at her and see her and see how great she is and how great she’s been and realize that, likely, we’ll never see this ever again in our lifetimes. Maybe our kid’s kids will, but it won’t be the same.
Despite my early and misguided protestations, Michelle is exactly the role model she should be and I’m going to miss seeing her make Barack look good, and seeing her speak to kids and connect with people in a way that only she can. And I’m mostly going to miss knowing she’s in there at 1600 Pennyslvania Avenue, NW, being her best, most awesome self, flawlessly. Her presence is a gift.
Thanks, Michelle. I will miss you. And we will miss you.